Ragnaris flies backwards, flames spewing from the corners of his immense maw. His pupils are such fine slits, they are barely visible. He raises his head to the sky, a gargantuan column of flame shooting forth. He flaps his wings upward, gaining about 100 feet with each beat.
Adam turns his entire body horizontal in the air, walking up to the sky after them, not doing anything in particular, but definitely not moving as fast as Ragnaris.
Ragnaris keeps flying higher, somehow ignoring the fact that he is losing his ability to breathe normally.
Adam continues to follow, holding his breath within his inhumanly large lungs. As the perfect mortal he can basically follow as far as Ragnaris can fly.
Ragnaris quickly breaks through the clouds, still flying up. As he continues to ascend, the air becomes so thin that Ragnaris is no longer able to take in enough air to fill his enormous lungs. He begins to lose consciousness, soon passing out. His form plummets from the sky, passing next to and falling several feet below Adam in the blink of an eye.
Adam sees the giant dragon asleep and begins to sprint after his unconscious body, moving quickly enough to catch up and begins to ease his fall, not able to wraps his arms around him enough to stop completely but enough to keep him from hurting himself on landing.
Ragnaris' weight bears down on Adam, almost crushing him as they impact the ground. Ragnaris quickly comes to, and realizing Adam is underneath him, stands up and walks a few feet away. He morphs into his humanoid form, shrinking until he is only about 9 feet tall. He sits down, hugging his knees, looking ashamed of himself. His battle-cane sits next to him, glowing faintly.
Adam gets on one knee after getting up from the Adam shaped indent in the ground, his leaf somehow remaining on during this encounter. He looks to Ragnaris “Do you want to talk about it now? Or are you still the child you once were?”
Ragnaris growls in anger, but he says nothing for a while. Finally, he says, "I... I am sorry that I could not change, Adam. It seems you have grown much, but I am the same old hatchling, running in blind fear from my problems."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Ragnaris flies backwards, flames spewing from the corners of his immense maw. His pupils are such fine slits, they are barely visible. He raises his head to the sky, a gargantuan column of flame shooting forth. He flaps his wings upward, gaining about 100 feet with each beat.
Adam turns his entire body horizontal in the air, walking up to the sky after them, not doing anything in particular, but definitely not moving as fast as Ragnaris.
Ragnaris keeps flying higher, somehow ignoring the fact that he is losing his ability to breathe normally.
Adam continues to follow, holding his breath within his inhumanly large lungs. As the perfect mortal he can basically follow as far as Ragnaris can fly.
Ragnaris quickly breaks through the clouds, still flying up. As he continues to ascend, the air becomes so thin that Ragnaris is no longer able to take in enough air to fill his enormous lungs. He begins to lose consciousness, soon passing out. His form plummets from the sky, passing next to and falling several feet below Adam in the blink of an eye.
Adam sees the giant dragon asleep and begins to sprint after his unconscious body, moving quickly enough to catch up and begins to ease his fall, not able to wraps his arms around him enough to stop completely but enough to keep him from hurting himself on landing.
Ragnaris' weight bears down on Adam, almost crushing him as they impact the ground. Ragnaris quickly comes to, and realizing Adam is underneath him, stands up and walks a few feet away. He morphs into his humanoid form, shrinking until he is only about 9 feet tall. He sits down, hugging his knees, looking ashamed of himself. His battle-cane sits next to him, glowing faintly.
Adam gets on one knee after getting up from the Adam shaped indent in the ground, his leaf somehow remaining on during this encounter. He looks to Ragnaris “Do you want to talk about it now? Or are you still the child you once were?”
Ragnaris growls in anger, but he says nothing for a while. Finally, he says, "I... I am sorry that I could not change, Adam. It seems you have grown much, but I am the same old hatchling, running in blind fear from my problems."
He sighs and shakes his head slowly “I am still just the same child I was as well, I’m just better at hiding it. Change takes a lot, and if you haven’t changed yet, then that simply means that you will. I am still the same selfish mortal I always was, the only thing is my ego has been broken.”
The Greatest Warrior of planet Earth has arrived. At first they simply shadow, but even from the shadow everyone knows who it is. A big black Afro, dark skin, and a masterfully thick handlebar mustache. The most recognizable clothes anyone has ever seen, and the ‘world’s strongest’ champion belt. The savior of humanity, defeater of Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, and Beerus. The legendary Mr.Satan!!!
A heavy carriage pulled by a scrawny horse enters the dome, stopping near him. "Nice belt." Comes a voice from inside. No one appears the be driving the vehicle. "Does the legendary Mr. Satan want anything for the road?" The doors in the back open and many soft pillows and bean bag chairs tumble out. The doors and walls are lined with treats and trinkets of all sorts, from cured meats to magic weapons. A fat gold dragonoid sits pretty far back (close to the front but facing the doors) among piles of treasure and food. "I'm sure you'll find something of interest among my wares."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Greatest Warrior of planet Earth has arrived. At first they simply shadow, but even from the shadow everyone knows who it is. A big black Afro, dark skin, and a masterfully thick handlebar mustache. The most recognizable clothes anyone has ever seen, and the ‘world’s strongest’ champion belt. The savior of humanity, defeater of Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, and Beerus. The legendary Mr.Satan!!!
A heavy carriage pulled by a scrawny horse enters the dome, stopping near him. "Nice belt." Comes a voice from inside. No one appears the be driving the vehicle. "Does the legendary Mr. Satan want anything for the road?" The doors in the back open and many soft pillows and bean bag chairs tumble out. The doors and walls are lined with treats and trinkets of all sorts, from cured meats to magic weapons. A fat gold dragonoid sits pretty far back (close to the front but facing the doors) among piles of treasure and food. "I'm sure you'll find something of interest among my wares."
It almost seems like Mr. Satan just out of surprise, but that couldn’t be. Nothing scares him. He puts his hands on his hips, his chest as broad as the sky, his accent just as prominent as anyone would expect “It seems my reputation proceeds me! Who might you be friend? I would love to see what you’ve got.”
“I’m not very good at it, Vegeta and Beerus are the ones who can harness destruction the best.” He says rubbing his head “It probably wouldn’t have worked on you anyway.”
"Why not?"
“You’re too strong, the power gap isn’t big enough. I would need to use Super Sayian 2 at least to make the gap big enough.”
"Ah. So Ultra Instinct wasn't your full power?"
“Ultra Instinct is more a technique than anything, made for precise evasion rather than destruction.”
"I see. Could you dodge anything with it?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’m not very good at it, Vegeta and Beerus are the ones who can harness destruction the best.” He says rubbing his head “It probably wouldn’t have worked on you anyway.”
"Why not?"
“You’re too strong, the power gap isn’t big enough. I would need to use Super Sayian 2 at least to make the gap big enough.”
"Ah. So Ultra Instinct wasn't your full power?"
“Ultra Instinct is more a technique than anything, made for precise evasion rather than destruction.”
"I see. Could you dodge anything with it?"
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
The Greatest Warrior of planet Earth has arrived. At first they simply shadow, but even from the shadow everyone knows who it is. A big black Afro, dark skin, and a masterfully thick handlebar mustache. The most recognizable clothes anyone has ever seen, and the ‘world’s strongest’ champion belt. The savior of humanity, defeater of Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, and Beerus. The legendary Mr.Satan!!!
A heavy carriage pulled by a scrawny horse enters the dome, stopping near him. "Nice belt." Comes a voice from inside. No one appears the be driving the vehicle. "Does the legendary Mr. Satan want anything for the road?" The doors in the back open and many soft pillows and bean bag chairs tumble out. The doors and walls are lined with treats and trinkets of all sorts, from cured meats to magic weapons. A fat gold dragonoid sits pretty far back (close to the front but facing the doors) among piles of treasure and food. "I'm sure you'll find something of interest among my wares."
It almost seems like Mr. Satan just out of surprise, but that couldn’t be. Nothing scares him. He puts his hands on his hips, his chest as broad as the sky, his accent just as prominent as anyone would expect “It seems my reputation proceeds me! Who might you be friend? I would love to see what you’ve got.”
"Greascure, an intrepid merchant of many talents. I have a wide variety of items, with equally varying prices." They take a drag on their cigar, their eyes glowing red in the half-light. "Everything from regular adventuring gear to artifacts of ages past. Name an item that can be carried, and I will have it. Nothing unsavory please, I'd rather not irradiate my goods again like the last time I made this offer."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ragnaris looks at Adam, then looks down at the ground. He slowly stands up, picking up his battle-cane as he does so. He pats Adam on the back, saying, "Thank you, Adam."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
“I’m not very good at it, Vegeta and Beerus are the ones who can harness destruction the best.” He says rubbing his head “It probably wouldn’t have worked on you anyway.”
"Why not?"
“You’re too strong, the power gap isn’t big enough. I would need to use Super Sayian 2 at least to make the gap big enough.”
"Ah. So Ultra Instinct wasn't your full power?"
“Ultra Instinct is more a technique than anything, made for precise evasion rather than destruction.”
"I see. Could you dodge anything with it?"
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
"My body is incredibly heavy, so I believe it would be impossible for me to beat you. How long can you maintain that technique?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’m not very good at it, Vegeta and Beerus are the ones who can harness destruction the best.” He says rubbing his head “It probably wouldn’t have worked on you anyway.”
"Why not?"
“You’re too strong, the power gap isn’t big enough. I would need to use Super Sayian 2 at least to make the gap big enough.”
"Ah. So Ultra Instinct wasn't your full power?"
“Ultra Instinct is more a technique than anything, made for precise evasion rather than destruction.”
"I see. Could you dodge anything with it?"
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
"My body is incredibly heavy, so I believe it would be impossible for me to beat you. How long can you maintain that technique?"
“Not for long, especially if I use the mastered form. Although it allows me to counter attack even better than before.”
The Greatest Warrior of planet Earth has arrived. At first they simply shadow, but even from the shadow everyone knows who it is. A big black Afro, dark skin, and a masterfully thick handlebar mustache. The most recognizable clothes anyone has ever seen, and the ‘world’s strongest’ champion belt. The savior of humanity, defeater of Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, and Beerus. The legendary Mr.Satan!!!
A heavy carriage pulled by a scrawny horse enters the dome, stopping near him. "Nice belt." Comes a voice from inside. No one appears the be driving the vehicle. "Does the legendary Mr. Satan want anything for the road?" The doors in the back open and many soft pillows and bean bag chairs tumble out. The doors and walls are lined with treats and trinkets of all sorts, from cured meats to magic weapons. A fat gold dragonoid sits pretty far back (close to the front but facing the doors) among piles of treasure and food. "I'm sure you'll find something of interest among my wares."
It almost seems like Mr. Satan just out of surprise, but that couldn’t be. Nothing scares him. He puts his hands on his hips, his chest as broad as the sky, his accent just as prominent as anyone would expect “It seems my reputation proceeds me! Who might you be friend? I would love to see what you’ve got.”
"Greascure, an intrepid merchant of many talents. I have a wide variety of items, with equally varying prices." They take a drag on their cigar, their eyes glowing red in the half-light. "Everything from regular adventuring gear to artifacts of ages past. Name an item that can be carried, and I will have it. Nothing unsavory please, I'd rather not irradiate my goods again like the last time I made this offer."
“How about I do you a favor? The greatest warrior in the world advertising your business?” He says walking up to the cart “Does that sound good to you my friend?” He asks rubbing his beautiful mustache, absolutely radiating masculine energy, the greatest thing you have ever seen.
Ragnaris looks at Adam, then looks down at the ground. He slowly stands up, picking up his battle-cane as he does so. He pats Adam on the back, saying, "Thank you, Adam."
Adam leans from the pat, his feet unmoving “Thank you Ragnaris, I would never not regret talking to you again.” He leans back and rubs the blood off of his hands, “Your family is truly amazing, especially Ragnerious’s aunt Coronet.”
The Greatest Warrior of planet Earth has arrived. At first they simply shadow, but even from the shadow everyone knows who it is. A big black Afro, dark skin, and a masterfully thick handlebar mustache. The most recognizable clothes anyone has ever seen, and the ‘world’s strongest’ champion belt. The savior of humanity, defeater of Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, and Beerus. The legendary Mr.Satan!!!
A heavy carriage pulled by a scrawny horse enters the dome, stopping near him. "Nice belt." Comes a voice from inside. No one appears the be driving the vehicle. "Does the legendary Mr. Satan want anything for the road?" The doors in the back open and many soft pillows and bean bag chairs tumble out. The doors and walls are lined with treats and trinkets of all sorts, from cured meats to magic weapons. A fat gold dragonoid sits pretty far back (close to the front but facing the doors) among piles of treasure and food. "I'm sure you'll find something of interest among my wares."
It almost seems like Mr. Satan just out of surprise, but that couldn’t be. Nothing scares him. He puts his hands on his hips, his chest as broad as the sky, his accent just as prominent as anyone would expect “It seems my reputation proceeds me! Who might you be friend? I would love to see what you’ve got.”
"Greascure, an intrepid merchant of many talents. I have a wide variety of items, with equally varying prices." They take a drag on their cigar, their eyes glowing red in the half-light. "Everything from regular adventuring gear to artifacts of ages past. Name an item that can be carried, and I will have it. Nothing unsavory please, I'd rather not irradiate my goods again like the last time I made this offer."
“How about I do you a favor? The greatest warrior in the world advertising your business?” He says walking up to the cart “Does that sound good to you my friend?” He asks rubbing his beautiful mustache, absolutely radiating masculine energy, the greatest thing you have ever seen.
"I do not need advertising. I am where I am needed. People sometimes spend lifetimes looking for me because they turned me down once, but they never need me again, so they never find me again." He leans forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I may not be here for you, since you clearly need nothing, but surely you want something. Arm wraps that improve your strength, polish for your belt, a tiramisu... what do you desire, friend?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
"My body is incredibly heavy, so I believe it would be impossible for me to beat you. How long can you maintain that technique?"
“Not for long, especially if I use the mastered form. Although it allows me to counter attack even better than before.”
"I have also mastered the counterattack. You seem to be a legend at it, however. Also, your pizzas are done." It removes the pizzas from the oven. The grease glitters like gold.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The small purple gremlin creature sneaks up to Greascure merchant carriage, on the look out for any shiny gemstones.
Greasecure chuckles. "You look like you have an eye for gems. But I will request that you give me something in trade for them." He reaches a hand into one of the sacks behind him, pulling out a fistful of diamonds in various sizes and levels of refinement.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The small purple gremlin creature sneaks up to Greascure merchant carriage, on the look out for any shiny gemstones.
Greasecure chuckles. "You look like you have an eye for gems. But I will request that you give me something in trade for them." He reaches a hand into one of the sacks behind him, pulling out a fistful of diamonds in various sizes and levels of refinement.
The creature chatters to itself for bit, before it pulls out as small brown back. It reaches its hand into the small bag before pulling out a large ornate shield that should be able to fit inside the small container with a bloody arm still inside.
The small purple gremlin creature sneaks up to Greascure merchant carriage, on the look out for any shiny gemstones.
Greasecure chuckles. "You look like you have an eye for gems. But I will request that you give me something in trade for them." He reaches a hand into one of the sacks behind him, pulling out a fistful of diamonds in various sizes and levels of refinement.
The creature chatters to itself for bit, before it pulls out as small brown back. It reaches its hand into the small bag before pulling out a large ornate shield that should be able to fit inside the small container with a bloody arm still inside.
The dragon leans forward to get a closer look. "Quite a trade. Far more useful to me than some shiny mineral formations. How much do you want for them? I'm sure it's worth an arm and a leg... or at least an arm." He leans back and starts counting gemstones.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The small purple gremlin creature sneaks up to Greascure merchant carriage, on the look out for any shiny gemstones.
Greasecure chuckles. "You look like you have an eye for gems. But I will request that you give me something in trade for them." He reaches a hand into one of the sacks behind him, pulling out a fistful of diamonds in various sizes and levels of refinement.
The creature chatters to itself for bit, before it pulls out as small brown back. It reaches its hand into the small bag before pulling out a large ornate shield that should be able to fit inside the small container with a bloody arm still inside.
The dragon leans forward to get a closer look. "Quite a trade. Far more useful to me than some shiny mineral formations. How much do you want for them? I'm sure it's worth an arm and a leg... or at least an arm." He leans back and starts counting gemstones.
The creature looks over at the gemstones, before pointing at a Ruby.
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Ragnaris growls in anger, but he says nothing for a while. Finally, he says, "I... I am sorry that I could not change, Adam. It seems you have grown much, but I am the same old hatchling, running in blind fear from my problems."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He sighs and shakes his head slowly “I am still just the same child I was as well, I’m just better at hiding it. Change takes a lot, and if you haven’t changed yet, then that simply means that you will. I am still the same selfish mortal I always was, the only thing is my ego has been broken.”
A heavy carriage pulled by a scrawny horse enters the dome, stopping near him. "Nice belt." Comes a voice from inside. No one appears the be driving the vehicle. "Does the legendary Mr. Satan want anything for the road?" The doors in the back open and many soft pillows and bean bag chairs tumble out. The doors and walls are lined with treats and trinkets of all sorts, from cured meats to magic weapons. A fat gold dragonoid sits pretty far back (close to the front but facing the doors) among piles of treasure and food. "I'm sure you'll find something of interest among my wares."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It almost seems like Mr. Satan just out of surprise, but that couldn’t be. Nothing scares him. He puts his hands on his hips, his chest as broad as the sky, his accent just as prominent as anyone would expect “It seems my reputation proceeds me! Who might you be friend? I would love to see what you’ve got.”
"I see. Could you dodge anything with it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Yes, unless someone is so much faster than me my body couldn’t be faster than theirs.”
"Greascure, an intrepid merchant of many talents. I have a wide variety of items, with equally varying prices." They take a drag on their cigar, their eyes glowing red in the half-light. "Everything from regular adventuring gear to artifacts of ages past. Name an item that can be carried, and I will have it. Nothing unsavory please, I'd rather not irradiate my goods again like the last time I made this offer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(Cut for Jester)
Ragnaris looks at Adam, then looks down at the ground. He slowly stands up, picking up his battle-cane as he does so. He pats Adam on the back, saying, "Thank you, Adam."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
"My body is incredibly heavy, so I believe it would be impossible for me to beat you. How long can you maintain that technique?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Not for long, especially if I use the mastered form. Although it allows me to counter attack even better than before.”
“How about I do you a favor? The greatest warrior in the world advertising your business?” He says walking up to the cart “Does that sound good to you my friend?” He asks rubbing his beautiful mustache, absolutely radiating masculine energy, the greatest thing you have ever seen.
Adam leans from the pat, his feet unmoving “Thank you Ragnaris, I would never not regret talking to you again.” He leans back and rubs the blood off of his hands, “Your family is truly amazing, especially Ragnerious’s aunt Coronet.”
*MY NAME HAS BEEN UTTERED!!!*
"I do not need advertising. I am where I am needed. People sometimes spend lifetimes looking for me because they turned me down once, but they never need me again, so they never find me again." He leans forward, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I may not be here for you, since you clearly need nothing, but surely you want something. Arm wraps that improve your strength, polish for your belt, a tiramisu... what do you desire, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I have also mastered the counterattack. You seem to be a legend at it, however. Also, your pizzas are done." It removes the pizzas from the oven. The grease glitters like gold.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The small purple gremlin creature sneaks up to Greascure merchant carriage, on the look out for any shiny gemstones.
Greasecure chuckles. "You look like you have an eye for gems. But I will request that you give me something in trade for them." He reaches a hand into one of the sacks behind him, pulling out a fistful of diamonds in various sizes and levels of refinement.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The creature chatters to itself for bit, before it pulls out as small brown back. It reaches its hand into the small bag before pulling out a large ornate shield that should be able to fit inside the small container with a bloody arm still inside.
The dragon leans forward to get a closer look. "Quite a trade. Far more useful to me than some shiny mineral formations. How much do you want for them? I'm sure it's worth an arm and a leg... or at least an arm." He leans back and starts counting gemstones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The creature looks over at the gemstones, before pointing at a Ruby.